A month later in the seesaw rain and damp of February here, I'm still dreaming of the Arizona dry air from January.
Our trip started off in Sedona and the Grand Canyon. Here's my final ode to the chalky dust of the Sedona rocks. After a warm hike at Marg's Draw and an incredible lunch at the most gluten-free friendly restaurant I've ever been (Picazzo's), we headed out for one last look around.
Our first stop was a quick walk up to the Chapel of the Holy Cross, snuggled up next to blaring orange rocks, happy in the afternoon sun bath.
The five-minute walk up to the chapel brought us past Seuss-like cacti
and under the shadows of the towered rocks.
Can you believe how orange this world is?!
As the sun was setting, Walk got his wish to stop and shoot the rocks. We headed out on Bell Rock Trail with the shadows stretching and the sun falling fast
over Bell Rock and Castle Rock,
warming the pinnacles across the valley where we stood.
And then, within minutes, the orange rocks turned red and purple as the sun slid.
After the sun had fallen past the horizon, the iridescent rocks glowed with the light they still held.
The sun brought all the warmth down with it. Seriously, that dry cold was freezing!
We hiked back down through the rainbows left behind and drove into our next desert adventure!